Glitched
Art
A Painfully Freed Monologue for "Lonely Dawn" Collection
My mind feels confused every time inspiration, given by one of the Muses, enters my mind. Some people need drugs, or excessive drinking for it to come. The Glitch.
One of the effects of the glitch, is seeing the world twisted in its final, twisted but honest, form. Our eyes bleed truth. Purple, blue, yellow vibrations of our visual cortex converted to goo paint stains our passage. Our tears bleed through our pores onto the canvas.
Everything is a canvas. Our hair and skin, our bodies. Our lovers and enemies, our people. Our papers, canvases, notebooks and walls, our environment. And as our duty, we will realize the invisible erratic aesthetics, into stable part of history.
All these aesthetics we will leash. But we will always be the crazy, the strange, weird people. Because we have that glitching artistic mind
-Pete M. Yangin
for: Lonely Dawn
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